when she was seized with a fainting fit, and fell nearly lifeless in the arms of her partner. In a moment all was confusion and dismay. With pale faces, and trembling limbs, they bore her to her home, and summoned a physician. Maria too was called to minister to her cherished friend in this, her last extremity.

She gradually recovered her senses, and looked around the room, apparently for some one not there. Maria asked if they should send for a minister?

"It is too late now," was the whispered reply. "O Maria," said the dying girl, you said that fatal once more would be my ruin, but I did not think it would be so. Tell them all to take warning by me, and never trust again to that fearful ONCE MORE."

The physician could not deceive them, as to the nature of the disease. It was a heart complaint of long standing, and the exercise and excitement of the evening, had hastened it to a premature crisis. The village pastor had been sent for, and he arrived just in time to witness the expiring struggle. It was a scene of terror and anguish, such as I never wish to behold again. It was the counterpart of Warren's thrilling sketch, "Death at the Toilet" for here too, was a 66 corpse dressed for a ball !"

But, if our sympathies had been excited for the dying, there was one among the living, who was, if possible a greater sufferer. This was the wretched mother, who had urged the child on to self-destruction. Driven to insanity by the tortures of remorse, she was continually calling upon her murdered child, and saying that the blood of her soul was upon her hands!

Do I see the tear of sympathy glistening in some parent's eye, as they peruse the sad fate of this heart-stricken mother? 0, beware, lest you be compelled to take up the fearful lamentation, "I have murdered my child!"

And you, heedless youth, whose eye may glance over these. pages; is there no warning here for you? Are you not even now, indulging a procrastinating spirit, putting off for a more convenient season, the great work of repentance, resolving "once more," to taste the cup of worldly pleasure? To you also, I would say, "Beware, lest that fatal once more lead you on to irretrievable ruin!

Quick to his side his royal daughter flew, Around the Captain's form her arms she threw; "Strike! father," she exclaimed, with gasping breath, "And doom, with cruel hand, your child to death."

The club dropped low, the savage eye grew mild,

(For well the royal chieftain loved his child,)

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Daughter," ," he said, "harm may not come to thee,

I let the Captain, for thy sake, go free."

Heroic maiden! with the dusky brow,
But pere, self-sacrificing spirit, how
Does thy warm zeal, all fear of death above,
Rebuke our feebler trust, our colder love!

Words by MARY GRACE HALPINE.

Andantino.

Music by L. H. SOUTHARD.

1. Wrapt in his hoary shroud, pale, gasp-ing,

dying, The

music swelling, Speaks but of blight-ed hopes, of drear

de

cay,

To the sad heart, in mourn - ful num - bers,

tell

LITERARY NOTICES.

MEMOIR OF REV. DR. JUDSON. By Dr. Wayland. In two volumes. Published by Phillips, Sampson & Co: Boston.-These volumes, so anxiously expected, have made their appearance. In mechanical execution, they do credit to the publishers, as all their books do. The Life of Mrs. Judson, a book read, we believe, with delight, by all denominations of Christians, has greatly contributed, we have no doubt, to pave the way for a hearty welcome to these volumes. Dr. Judson was a man of extraordinary character, and eminently fitted to perform the prominent part Providence seemed to have assigned him in the great work of the conversion of the world. He carried to his self-denying labors, a patience and an indomitable perseverance, which no discouragements or obstacles could repress. His ambition, sanctified by piety, carried him through dangers, difficulties and duties, which would have appalled ordinary men. He was an indefatigable student, a devoted missionary, an affectionate husband, a kind father, and a faithful friend. These volumes are intensely interesting, and will serve greatly to increase the missionary spirit. We would suggest that they contain too much, namely, 1066 pages, for the great bulk of readers. Books are so rapidly multiplying, that authors and compilers must study condensation and brevity.

LECTURES TO YOUNG WOMEN. By William G. Eliot. Published by Crosby, Nichols & Co., Boston.-This book is a series of sermons, upon the duties and responsibilities of woman. It has reached its third edition,-a proof of its popularity and adaptation to the purpose for which it is written. Inculcating the purest morality, and deeply imbued with the spirit of religion, it is one of those very few books, that a father may safely place in the hands of his daughter.

THE CHILD'S MATIN AND VESPERS. By a Mother. Published by Crosby, Nichols & Co. Boston. This is a very excellent little manual, designed for the use of children. We earnestly recommend it to the attention of every mother, who is desirous of early leading her children to Him who has said, "of such is the kingdom of heaven."

NEW MUSIC. Published by O. Ditson, 115 Washington Street, Boston. Farewell,-composed by B. C. Converse; Little Topsy's Song,-Words by Miss Eliza Cook, Music, by Asa B. Hutchinson. This song and music are deservedly as popular, in the music world, as Uncle Tom's Cabin in the literary, and will outlive it; Mary O'Shane, Music by Mrs. Johnson; The Dying Soldier, quartet e, sung by the Baker family,-Music by N. Baker; Hope On, and yet Rejoice,-Words by Charles Jeffreys; Music, by Charles W. Glover; Something Pretty, Polka composed by Alonzo D. Greely; Poor Folks Polka, by Charles C. Converse.

LIGHT ON THE DARK RIVER; or Memorials of Mrs. Henrietta A. L Hamlin, Missionary to Turkey. By Margarette Woods Lawrence. Boston: Tickner, Reed & Fields. This is a volu.ne of rare excellence, both in its style, compilation, and character delineated. The subject of it was the daughter of Rev. Wm. Jackson, of Dorset, Vt., and the wife of the Rev. Cyrus Hamlin, a Missionary in Turkey. She was one of those highly accomplished and devoted female missionaries, whose love to the Saviour, and his cause, in Mahommedan aud Pagan lands, was holier and stronger, than to father and mother, friends and country, yea, and their own lives, also. In this Memoir, we have an embodiment of this spirit, in real life. This is a work which we can cheerfully recommend to our readers.